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The apartment wasn’t considered big.
It was small and comfy.
The walls were neutral painted. A slight hint of cream color.
Everything in there looked so cozy and comfortable.
Well that’s how apartments were supposed to be, right? Comfortable.
Well, not this one. Not today.
There was broken glass, from a vase, on the floor.
Everything wrecked. Chairs here and there.
If you’d walked in there you would’ve thought this had been a crime scene.
Loki was locked in his apartment's bathroom, sitting on the ground in front of the door, contemplating life.
What am I doing? He asked himself. Looking down at his wrists; his sleeves rolled up as blood beads spilled out from the scars that he inflicted on himself.
He brought up a hand to his cheek as he felt the warm sensation of a tear rolling down his cheek. It was wet from tears.
Why am I crying? He thought. Everything moved so slowly all of a sudden, it was a weird feeling. He brought his hand back down
A euphoric effect washed over him as he suddenly felt happiness.
He smiled a soft sad smile as more tears spilled down from his eyes.
He slowly began hearing ringing in his ears and then a light tap on the door.
The light tap began growing stronger and stronger as Loki suddenly came back to his senses. Someone was banging on the door repeatedly.
“LOKI OPEN THE DOOR.” A voice yelled. It had a hint of worry and distress in it. It sounded far too familiar to Loki.
Loki slowly got up to his feet and was met with a reflection of himself in the mirror that was over the bathroom counter.
He dropped a small blade he didn’t realize he’d been holding on to for so long as he stared in horror at his pale, exhausted reflection of himself.
Tears stained his cheeks. His eyes were red and puffy.
“OPEN THE DOOR OR I’LL HAVE TO BREAK IT DOWN” The voice called again as it kept banging on the locked bathroom door. The tone in the voice didn’t indicate any anger, just fear and worry.
Loki looked at the door, contemplating whether he should open it or not.
By now Loki had already realized who the voice was. It was Mobius, the person Loki could finally rely on and trust. A friend. It was an unexpected turn of friendship because the god of mischief never really made any friends.
He hesitated. He didn’t want his only friend, whom he somehow achieved to get, to see him like this.
“Mobius please..” Loki hesitated to speak but kept on going “go away..” He said, just above a whisper.
Mobius’s heart clenched at hearing the pain in Loki’s voice. “Look, I just wanna help you,” His voice softened. He was scared out of his mind of whatever Loki was planning to do. “Just open the door for me so I can help.” He had to contain himself from not bursting into tears then and here.
Loki inhaled deeply. This situation had gotten out of hand, I mean he would have to open the door eventually. Right?
He took a deep breath as he decided it was best to get it over with. He slowly unlocked the door. Not even a second later Mobius immediately opened the door and wrapped Loki in a tight hug.
A tight hug reassured him that everything was going to be fine.
Loki pulled away from the hug and looked at Mobius with an exhausted expression. Mobius held Loki’s waist lightly as he looked at the raven-haired man with a pained expression
“I tried to..” Loki’s voice drifted off as tears formed in his eyes once again. “I tried to stay clean, I- I tried. I really tried” Loki held Mobius’s wrists for support as he spoke in a small shaky voice.
“Hey,” Mobius spoke in a calm soothing voice. “It’s okay. You did your best” He gave Loki a small sad smile. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re not alone in this” He reassured Loki.
Loki looked down at his wrists, the blood continued to spill from the scars he had self-inflicted earlier on himself, but not too much. He hadn’t cut that deep but deep enough for it to be bleeding.
“Let’s get the blood cleaned up shall we?” Mobius carefully offered calmly. Loki looked up from his wrists and back at Mobius. “Yeah..” he whispered, his eyes glossy from the crying.